CHEMO II DAY 183

Fight, and when it hurts there is Paracetamol

Friday and another end of the week. I deal with my messages and cyber litter before a bit of on line banking. Life admin done I get up, get dressed, have my meds and go for breakfast at the local café. I have picked up a paper so I can do the crosswords while I tuck into my food. I have not brought my glasses so stare myopically at the clues and make my best guesses. As a result it takes me longer to work through my usual dyslexic attempts but I get there in the end only being tripped over by the name of a double breasted overcoat, which it turns out is called an Ulster. I collect cash from the Co-op ATM and then wander to the post office to get wrapping paper, and mail boxes to complete my Christmas sending.

Once home I rummage through my hide away place for the things I need to send and armed with my newly acquired wrapping equipment hide away and elf like wrap. Soon I have a rattling post box to send. It is heavily taped up with gaffer tape and hopefully impregnable by prying hands or inquisitive rodents. I am soon back to the Post Office and sending the parcel on its way. That’s it for now, all I need to do is my in house wrapping and the decorations. So my afternoon is a wrestle with the new artificial tree and the annual trip to the loft to retrieve Red Sonia ( our beloved tree topper), God in a box, ( our nativity set from Barcelona) and three, possible four generations of baubles, gewgaws and droplets. There is of course the annual wrestle with the tree lights to be had, where I generally disappear into a blue cloud, muttering FFS frequently and occasional y getting a belt of electricity for my pains. In fairness I should not stick my fingers in the bulb sockets to see if their is current but it seems to work. I draft the blog before I start just in case.

The tree is up, but I run out of spoons. The evening is all about eating, watching TV and taking my meds before going to bed. Tomorrow is poetry stanza day and Strictly final day. There is a tree to dress and other odds and ends to do. I am hoping for many spoons.

Better than DPD.